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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
1 c X+ F2 r5 _ FWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault) ^- ~. j4 y3 x* P8 }4 b- x
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9 {' |! x1 j) n: _' YAnd now, the end is near;/ S% P; c. a( r
And so I face the final curtain., B" k4 s* W" F) e* ]
My friend, I'll say it clear,2 P7 c. i/ }; h+ W: U3 u6 T
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.' E2 c3 A+ D- [, c. ]% ^3 v9 Q& r
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
( V/ s1 r& l. D( S3 ?But more, much more than this,6 n/ ~' U7 S9 I7 ^
I did it my way.
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; J5 `; Z. F. O0 u9 @Regrets, I've had a few;
" n& n6 o1 X& OBut then again, too few to mention.
D9 g; O. V+ _$ y% X4 _0 PI did what I had to do6 T- S. x+ s/ x8 R
And saw it through without exemption.7 T8 ~( l \8 m
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I planned each charted course;
1 Z8 T$ z6 x9 f5 p; |Each careful step along the byway,( y' i' C! F; x7 P# U& K" S
But more, much more than this,1 Z, S R# [7 p6 @# ^6 s8 u
I did it my way.9 d# h! K1 r5 C9 R
6 r2 `4 A5 ?8 j5 h2 L- uYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew3 U; m% r% t" u8 p, b3 `' F
When I bit off more than I could chew.
/ S, H. g: R5 }2 P7 P: ^1 x7 x8 BBut through it all, when there was doubt,
! _5 U7 Z* z% e( TI ate it up and spit it out.
! n3 N- f1 d! g; A2 GI faced it all and I stood tall;
) k# @: x, C" p3 I# a& U8 KAnd did it my way.; a: v4 r8 R; _0 S: O; w2 H
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
4 R( a$ Y" d$ K: AI've had my fill; my share of losing.
3 q0 v: i( z; B% m- s4 R0 a2 @And now, as tears subside,) ^6 z: C8 i1 @) I' \. f
I find it all so amusing.* i2 I- s# W0 e( Y7 t( k. M
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To think I did all that;( \1 e. @$ i- [ A# _8 P
And may I say - not in a shy way,
- z0 o- c0 }0 g1 Y4 Q' }'No, oh no not me,
( r, a6 b# v5 A4 E/ L; II did it my way'.
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For what is a man, what has he got?
) X! Q5 b" H* ?5 h) pIf not himself, then he has naught.( g' C8 q+ _7 f* d7 O/ s$ }! \
To say the things he truly feels;! J, W) L2 G2 E7 B5 |
And not the words of one who kneels.* q* T3 G0 {2 p. W
The record shows I took the blows -
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